Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chad and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
Depeche Mode,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
Derrick Morgan,
ABC,
Icehouse,
The Invisible,
Adolescents,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Man Eating Sloth,
EPMD,
Cluster,
Kerrie Biddell,
The New Christs,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
48th St. Collective,
Ponytail,
Erasure,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
Altered Images,
Deakin,
Lou Christie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
Procol Harum,
The Techniques,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
Byron Stingily,
Kas Product,
The Young Rascals,
Simply Red,
Faraquet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.